building is done to be broken at the last

i am notorious in making and breaking of feels

when the labourer burns his sweats

and building is complete...........

i am worst in breaking the blocks

when the healer heals the hearts

and sings lullaby to wild fock.......

i am bad in disrupting emotions

when the lover burns candle

and i turn them on fire for fear of being drawn.....

i feel emotions stay in every moment-- i wish i cud find the feeling of being feeling-less..

i grabbed handful of pearls,shine was remarkable

i faced the mirror ,stayed puzzled to be unswerable..

words leave the trace of my written scriptures,if,

the blankness wud turn me mute, the burden unshakeable....

GOD is here, i have lost the face...

O dervish,the garden was once filled with flowers of hope

u have lost the trace!!

O saint, the herat once stayed bewildered,in constant search,

now u wander in  fields so faint

O prophet, hold the burning scriptures of ur prophecy,

the congestion has held the hearts so lofty!!

in between these ,once u loose the saintness, u are not marked as dead-- still there stays a space in ur vast soul to build a new block!!

building is done to be broken at the last!!

hiramalik